Woe to those who rise early in the morning in pursuit of strong drink, who linger into the evening, to be inflamed by wine.
Who has woe? Who has sorrow? Who has contentions? Who has complaints? Who has needless wounds? Who has bloodshot eyes?
Let us behave decently, as in the daytime, not in carousing and drunkenness, not in sexual immorality and debauchery, no
Wine is a mocker, strong drink is a brawler, and whoever is led astray by them is not wise.
Woe to those who are heroes in drinking wine and champions in mixing strong drink,
Woe to you, O land whose king is a youth, and whose princes feast in the morning.
These also stagger from wine and stumble from strong drink: Priests and prophets reel from strong drink and are befuddle
Woe to him who gives drink to his neighbors, pouring it from the wineskin until they are drunk, in order to gaze at thei
and envy; drunkenness, orgies, and the like. I warn you, as I did before, that those who practice such things will not i
Woe to the majestic crown of Ephraim’s drunkards, to the fading flower of his glorious splendor, set on the summit above
The princes are inflamed with wine on the day of our king; so he joins hands with those who mock him.
So then, let us not sleep as the others do, but let us remain awake and sober.
But watch yourselves, or your hearts will be weighed down by dissipation, drunkenness, and the worries of life—and that
nor thieves, nor the greedy, nor drunkards, nor verbal abusers, nor swindlers, will inherit the kingdom of God.
In the end it bites like a snake and stings like a viper.